I’m in way too deep
In doubtful recollections
I’ve got a ticket to my own theater
They’re running a show on my nightmares
And I wish that I could sleep
Another night drags into new day
There are no monsters under my bed
They are out there, shaking mens' hands
Voices slipping through cracks in my mind
So tired
So tired
So tired…
He cleaned his conscious on my white sheets
Self assured as a magician
Trapping everyone inside the illusion
And they are objects of his will-
Unaware of the things I observed
His words are like a venomous choir
And they creep, how they creep
I’m standing on the edge just waiting to
Fall again
Fall again
Fall again…
Caged inside my head, out of sight
I am damaged goods, come name your price
I will love you like a crime scene
Before any crime has been done
I am sleeping with my shoes on
Ready to run…